Lost and Profound (Monday morning)
I went around the room asking group members how they spent the weekend, and if they stayed clean and sober. Michaela admitted she hadn’t.
“Jayson’s father called me,” she said, fighting back tears. “It’s the first time I’ve talked to him in seven years. He got married, and his wife thinks he should get involved in his son’s life. That’s all I need – a dimwitted egomaniac in my son’s life.”
“Drinking didn’t help, did it?” Emu asked.
“After I got drunk, I felt even worse. That’s when I remembered that slogan, ‘there’s no problem so bad a drink cannot make it worse.’”
“Lost and profound,” Emu said. “Lost and profound.”
“What the &*^$#@ does that mean?” Michaela asked.
“You lost the chance to use some profound information. You could have saved yourself a lot of remorse had you not ‘lost’ the profound message about no problem being so bad a drink can’t make it worse.”
Today I will try not to lose the profound messages I have been taught.